Revelation

I glanced round the bus.

Though the windows were closed, and soon muffed, the bus was full of light. It was cruel light.

I shrank from the faces and forms by which I was surrounded. They were all fixed faces, full not of possibilities but of impossibilities, some gaunt, some bloated, some glaring with idiotic ferocity, some drowned beyond recovery in dreams; but all, in one way or another, distorted and faded.

One had a feeling that they might fall to pieces at any moment if the light grew much stronger. Then-there was a mirror on the end wall of the bus – I caught sight of my own.

And still the light grew.

The Great Divorce by C. S. Lewis